she looks like
she just came
off a three day binge
or
some nice cruise
never bothering
to wash the
ocean away.
that dazed
but satisfied look
pleased with all
that crosses her path
she does not take part
in my sorts of abuse.
she will share the space
with devils and spirits,
but kindly refuse.
a simple girl with
outrageous beauty.
what is it that she knows?
where is that spot
deep inside?
that spot where she
stashes strength?
does it even matter
with lips like that?
I live in near the beach, and once I get out of that water, everything looks like seawater and blue skies to me and I'm pretty vain about my lips. X's and O's
hahahha that really hit upon the maleness in us. You get all sentimental and emotional, cut up in where she came from...and then, bam, sexy lips....yes i do enjoy a good lip here and there. good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty isn't always skin deep.it's inthe soul.Nice open blank verse.Good imagery.thanks.